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INT. A BAR - NIGHT
Mae West sits at the bar, sipping on a martini. Dorothy Parker walks in and takes a seat next to her.
DOROTHY: Well, hello there, Mae. Fancy meeting you here.
MAE: Well, well, well. If it isn't the woman with the quick wit and the sharp tongue.
DOROTHY: And if it isn't the woman who always manages to steal the show.
MAE: (laughs) You flatter me, dear.
DOROTHY: So, what brings you here tonight?
MAE: Just looking for a little bit of fun.
DOROTHY: (smirks) And I suppose I'm not enough for you?
MAE: (laughs) Oh, don't be like that, Dorothy. You know you're one of my favorite drinking companions.
DOROTHY: (raises an eyebrow) And who else is on that list?
MAE: Well, let's see. There's Groucho Marx, W.C. Fields, and that young upstart, Denzel Washington.
DOROTHY: Denzel Washington? What on earth do you two talk about?
MAE: (shrugs) Oh, you know. Politics, the weather, the latest Hollywood gossip. He's a real charmer.
DOROTHY: (laughs) I'll have to take your word for it.
The bartender approaches the two women.
BARTENDER: What can I get for you ladies?
MAE: Make it a double martini, extra olives.
DOROTHY: And I'll have a gin and tonic, hold the tonic.
BARTENDER: (chuckles) You got it.
MAE: (smirks) You always did have a way with words, Dorothy.
DOROTHY: (smirks back) And you always did have a way with men, Mae.
MAE: (laughs) Touché, my dear. Touché.
The two women clink their glasses together and continue their conversation, sharing jokes and witty banter late into the night.
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